The Madman Who Tortures and Kills His True Form Laughs

Walking on the corridor, a row of formalin bottles passed before my eyes. Those sleeping faces were the "arts" I put inside them myself. At the end of the corridor, the first bottle is also the most beautiful bottle, which is my two most beloved people. Don't worry, I won't disturb your sleep. I am a super cute little newbie. I hope to be recognized by the audience. Your support is the biggest motivation for my writing! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.